I give to the wind a beautiful thing Something beautiful I have made May it go where I cannot And never tire, never fade And may the winds of heaven take it far And the clouds not bar the way May it take my heart around the earth And redeem these feet of clay We are men with brave dreams Who often fear to try We are men who face the world Yet cannot fathom why And though we say we love the truth We embrace the well-spoken lie For we are men who live and men who die Under a low-ceilinged sky I want to learn the meaning of things I need to know where to begin I'd like to try to measure time Before eternity takes me in I want to live by things that I believe I believe in love and grace But sometimes heaven is so far away And the earth is a hollow place We are men with hard lives And many tears we cry We are men who long for sleep Yet have no lullaby We move along paths of madness Only time can justify For we are men who live and men who die Under a low-ceilinged sky Sometimes I rise up out of this night On better days when the wind is just right Sometimes I think I see the face of God When the moon shines just enough light We are men with bold hearts Seeking more than meets the eye We are men with folded wings Trying to remember how to fly For we dream the dreams of angels And in our hearts we stand on high Though we are men who live and men who die Under a low-ceilinged sky